Specters of Solitude

Specters of Solitude

 

 

the rusted armor creaks

silently sojourning heart

eclipsed by years of ruined rainbows

 

storms pass, and solace grows into soliloquy

as we speak of nothing to no one in particular

 

the dreams of "happy ever after"

become fallen heroes

Hamlets of mistrust

suicides of passionate illusions once held

 

and when those hopeful rainbows are no longer visible

we find ourselves bathed in a silence

once thought to be comfortable

 

when love didn't need voice.

 

 

erin-cilberto

11/20/18

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

we pile up time don't we jacob?
"the dreams of "happy ever after"
become fallen heroes" really like those lines ... happy hopes and plans unresolved ... undone :( even the peace of silence defiled .. in contrast your closing line is sublime and rekindles a blessed, pure love from somewhere ... i always enjoy your stuff, sir ... right here at the Cafe'
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your very kind words, E.
j.

[emmajoygreen]

Life and love can so often leave a void when one or the other loses colour. Neither offering what should be but is diluted in some way that makes for sadness wrapped and sat alone, wondering why. Perhaps.

'storms pass, and solace grows into soliloquy
as we speak of nothing to no one in particular'

Not even Self. Two phrases, lines, thoughts that speak in multitudes, jacob, sir.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

always such poetic replies you give us to our poems...
thank you, em,
j.

[emmajoygreen]

I leave what I think, jacob.

[Lydia Shutter]

The pain of loneliness and shattered dreams looms large in this one, Jacob. The rainbows are still there...just hiding behind clouds. I felt the emotion in this one. Lydi**

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Lydi.
j.

[Hasan669]

A very vivid depiction of loneliness, with plenty of figurative language such as 'ruined rainbows' and the use of the name Hamlet in the plural, (I assume the name refers to the Shakespearean character). The poem is clearly about the pain of solitude.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Hasan.
j.

[Hasan669]

Its a pleasure. Hope to read plenty more of your poems.

[Papaya]

dreams of love silenced and buried, and life without feels so dull
(is how this feels to me)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like your take on this piece, Ana.
thank you for your thoughtful review,
j.

[Papaya]

you're welcome Jacob :)

[AYVID N]

Life as it progresses, does kill off the most carefully guarded illusions, one by one. There is travesty of hope. And silence becomes the language of choice. I would like to envision rainbows sometimes but there’s not enough colour left. Appreciated very much.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, DIVYA.
j.

[AYVID N]

You’re most welcome :)

[Onlyme]

Silences and solitude speak volumes without uttering a sound. Great piece of writing Jacob. Quite a piece to ponder on and relate too.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Dawn,
j.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Very profound write my friend; makes me wonder if my own rainbow's end will be the internment of my humble soul! Thus - solitude and silence are two words which resonant poignantly within the psyche - great composition ... :-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for sharing how you related to this piece, Phill...
j.

[LazerRays]

I love the metaphors! This is so descriptive and detailed. I love the use of armor in this; not something I see often in poems!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Sarah.
j.

[John the Baptist]

Contemplations of what might have been are always painful. Verse 3 speaks to this truth powerfully with its image of "suicides of passionate illusions once held." The whole work conjures up the themes of loss and passing time. A somber but beautiful piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, John.
j.